Do

Do

I do care

About you

I do stare

Your dreams came true

I do share

Your laughs and tears

I do shelter

Your deepest fears

I do

What I have never did

I do it

For me indeed

I do spend

Traces of some weekend

And I do wait

Joy and lull

To answer the willness

Freedom to say.... I do

Mount Athos

Mount Athos

Dispossessing attractions...
Servitude echoes along
Mount Athos monasteries.

Praise the one who loves us all
While I gather some olives for penance

External minds
Gave the world the art of blind
As them survive
We lose our main culture

Arrested by global profits
The essence is gone
Abdicated by silence
We save our lungs

Breathing barefoot
Waiting the way to our crosses
The rules are different down here
We got the fascists
Multinational bosses

One Last Dive

One Last Dive

Early twilight on summertime

Soaked in salted water

Synthetized happiness

Standing my back to the skyscrapers

Floating through ripples

A blue picture almost gone

Phobia with both eardrums glued

I really don't know how to float...

The other side of the island

Their chimney smoke spreads the sky

Like clouds among the albatrosses

Sound of splashing water

Coming from a couple of swimmers

The stinging algae on my feet does not bother anymore...

Surpassing the eagerness of the landlords

The borders once will fall

Wildness comes when you're lack of it

And I have no wish to look backwards now

Time is ticking...

One last dive...

Then I turn around...

I'm back to where

Society keeps us grounded

Awkwardness

Awkwardness

Awkward situations

Embraces me through a dark road

Glaring dreams remains unsolved

Losing touch in oblivion

The awkward is myself

Lying on my back

On the cotton fields

Or among the tall trees

Hoping for some light

Thirsty for a sip of life

Belief...

Achieve...

Succeed...

Relief...

Then spirit sits on a back porch

Fingering the major chord

Living is contact...

And contact is the essence of our deepest

Awkwardness...

Collage Art: S.M.T.A.T

Collage Art: S.M.T.A.T
05/10/2011

Scent

Scent

Lapses of remembering...
The genuine form
Chasing the remarkable
Pleasure of a scent...

The memory...
The moment...
The words that drove away

Our Gods
Goddesses
Traced by our fate

Created from the birth
Of the free will
A non expected way of living

The experience...
Taste...
The true human power
Of the scentless scent.

These Days

These Days

These days I'm a servant
Of your unique scent

Conscious gathering words
To describe your face

Wishing longer and slow motion frames
The pleasure and no measure
Of these days...

When we touched each other's hands again
The "old feeling" like the jazzman said

Breaks into the scene
Rewinded on my thoughts

Thoughts that always flows towards you
You and your crystal ebony eyes

Nothing like mine whose just stare
The smooth curves that drives me insane

Yes madam, I revere these days...

Bus

Bus


When men starts to celebrate death
World remains on painful regret

Politics googles threats
Self-indulgence
By the news on breakfast

Brainwashed from laundry money
Lives were taken out
It is a non sparing cycle
That runs over all

The abortion of mother earth
The child of greed desire
Plugged through a simple wire

Tied by us
The cord blood was cut
Meanwhile I go to school
On this suicidal bus

Counterpoint

Counterpoint

An ego trip against myself
As I see your face
On the bed's edge
I like to watch you sleeping
Then morning begins
By the window
Reflecting your gorgeous face
The sun breaks into the room
"Good morning my lady"
It's always sunny here in Somalia
Nice place for a honeymoon
Abundant food, healthy people
And the higher technology of sewers sanitation
Of the new world
Tourists of all the planet
Miscegenation on new paved streets
Fiber optic internet
My lady was right
To extend the journey
Try not to go back where we came from
The greedy people and starveling poverty
Scared us out of there
I will never go back to Denmark
Not for a while...

Blind Race

Blind Race

Backscratcher of the old boss
They can tell when war starts and stops
Who won
Who lost

Run for atomic weapons reinforcement
Gathering allies for interest
Blood spilled for nothing
False investment

They said it stopped
With the falling walls
I wouldn't be so sure
Their blind race lure

Race against humanity
There is not much to left
As get closer to its final lap.

Collage Art: Jaime!

Jaime!

Pedro Birkett - 19/05/2011

Collage Art: Tribute to George

Tribute to George
Pedro Birkett - 05/05/2011

Collage Art : Nothing is...

Nothing is...
Pedro Birkett - 28/04/2011

Collage Art : Thoughts of Old Me

Thoughts of Old Me
Pedro Birkett - 26/04/11
My First Collage Artwork!

Music Metaphor

Music Metaphor

The doubt about your thoughts
Is what sustains or maybe frightens me

I wish I had the power of knowing
Or the sweet sound of an note that keeps echoing
Then flows on a markable chorus...

Meanwhile time comes to split us
Just for a glance...
As a solo on a pianoless counterpoint
The quartet's dance..

Until we meet again
Rhythm accent...

To guide life
Like glissing violins
Sometimes calm and slow
Or fast and wide...

Then have our bodies aside
Sharing that same starry sky

Pleasant song...
Accomplice story...
That it's up us to write.

Self-titled

Self-titled

My life...
Split on sides
Sides that I can't handle
Choices , trails
Alter egos of my own

Sometimes
The visionary...
The worker...
The activist...
The world changer...
The bohemian...
The romantic...

Sides that summarize
And gets compiled
In soul and mind

Our lives...
Expressed on simple ruled paper sheets
Like the casuals drafts and rhapsodies...

Plea

Plea


Same
That's all we are...
Movements and wars blindly caused

The one who dwell
In a place like hell
As the one who travels world away
On a five star resort stay

No difference
Such ignorance

The color, race and praise
Are equal
Your self space

Let it go this material thing
Like the wise once said
"There'll be no drawers in your coffin"

No false judgment or even blame
Just remember...
We are the same!

By the Starlight

By the Starlight


By the starlight
I met you inside
No rules
No time
Then I close my eyes...

By the starlight
Or whatever it was
Just can't take you out of mind
Out of sight...

And by the starlight
I’ll wait...
Picturing clouds
Wondering fate
While time goes by...